| Turntable of Pain The history books repeat my life, the ache, Without control, without relief. The predictions come but too late to stop the heartbreak. My life, forever spinning round, a record stuck in pain. Stop the spinning and give my heart a rest. Like a ceaseless aching love song, The tears are shed but spin off to make room for more. Is there no end to this heartache? Not within this turntable of a life. Copyright © 2005 Patricia Dempsey |
